What's wrong with me, a school principal, listening to students' suggestions?

"Tiezhu, don't rush to announce it."

After reading the list, Lin Yucai closed it.

Han Tiezhu raised his head slightly.

"Give these students a round of specialized tests to assess their physical fitness."

Lin Yucai leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"The path of athletic talent is no easier than that of academic studies."

"It's not that you can walk this path just because you can run fast; it depends on whether they are willing to endure the hardships."

He paused at this point.

"Also, make it clear to Li Hai that joining the sports team doesn't mean he can neglect his academic studies."

"Training is training, but classes are still required. Anyone who skips class because of their special talent status will be kicked out immediately."

Han Tiezhu nodded: "Understood."

"Athletic talent isn't a fallback for underachieving students; it's just that some people are naturally gifted in it." Lin Yucai pushed his thermos aside. "But since it's another path, you have to work even harder than others."

Han Tiezhu put the list away and turned to leave.

The news had spread before evening self-study that day.

Nobody knows who leaked it, but the whole school knows...

The school is preparing to establish formal sports teams, including track and field, ball games, swimming, ice sports, and more.

Li Daqiang was having dinner in the cafeteria when he heard the news.

He took out his phone from his pocket and scrolled to the photo of the organizing committee that had been secretly taken in the campus group chat.

The photo was crooked, but he still found his name on the third page.

Shot put.

Li Daqiang put his phone back in his pocket, picked up his bowl, and finished the rest of his rice.

The reaction from the first-year high school students was even more exaggerated.

The freshmen had not yet been completely tamed by the style of No. 13 Middle School. When they first heard that the school was going to create a special channel for students with sports talents, their first reaction was that everyone was awakened.

"Holy crap, I got third place in the district long jump in elementary school!"

"I have a swimming certificate!"

"I learned roller skating for two years when I was a kid, am I allowed to participate?"

That evening, the sounds of rummaging through drawers and cabinets echoed throughout the first-year high school dormitory building.

Someone called their parents overnight, asking them to send them photos of their elementary school sports meet certificates.

A boy from Class 4 of Grade 11 even posted a group photo from a kindergarten parent-child sports meet.

The replies below were all the same: "Bro, are you possessed?"

……

Day three of construction.

The number of notes in the suggestion box has doubled.

Zhao Mengyao and Shen Xingyue open and organize the box every morning at eight o'clock sharp. In the past two days, the box has been so full that it can't hold any more. Someone has started to put notes in the gap between the box and the wall.

But what truly caught Lin Yucai's eye was the same keyword that appeared repeatedly in all four boxes.

Sports meet.

"Principal, I've compiled a list." Zhao Mengyao walked into the office with the register. "Over the past three days, we've received forty-seven suggestions regarding the sports meet."

She opened the notebook and read a few lines.

"I suggest adding some interesting activities to this year's school sports meet, instead of just running and long jump."

"I suggest that the sports meet have an opening ceremony performance, but instead of marching formations, they should put on some variety shows."

"I suggest that the sports meet include some fun activities for everyone, so that people who didn't sign up for any events don't just sit around all day."

"I suggest hiring a DJ to spin records for the sports meet."

After hearing this, Lin Yucai twisted the lid of his thermos half a turn but it wasn't tight enough, and the water almost spilled out.

Hiring a DJ? Are these students trying to turn the sports meet into a music festival?

But it doesn't seem like it's a bad idea?

The forty-seven suggestions, though differing in direction, all share the same core demand…

Let's not do the same old thing at this year's school sports meet.

【Ding! 】

The familiar notification sound rang in my mind.

[A large-scale, genuine demand from students has been detected: to reform the format of school sports meets and enhance participation and enjoyment.]

Recommended rating: Two stars

[Should we adopt this?]

Adopt.

[Ding! Suggestion successfully adopted!]

[A special start-up fund of 300 million RMB has been allocated for the school sports meet!]

[Task Generation: During the school sports meet in October, create a campus sports extravaganza with a participation rate and satisfaction rate exceeding 90%.]

Looking at the numbers on the panel, Lin Yucai felt much more at ease.

Three million to host a high school sports meet, the budget is maxed out.

But he didn't intend to do everything himself, so he immediately called Su Qingyan to his office.

"I will allocate 500,000 yuan as basic funding to the student council for the sports meet."

Su Qingyan took the budget approval slip, her eyes filled with questions.

"Five hundred thousand? That's a lot. Are you looking for something fun to do?"

"Yes, but for this sports meet, I plan to make the students feel more involved."

Su Qingyan's finger paused for a moment at the edge of the budget bill.

"you mean……"

"Let the student council go out and solicit sponsorships."

"Lin Zhiwu, they are high school students." Su Qingyan's tone was calm, but the last syllable of her voice rose slightly.

"What's wrong with high school students? It's not a bad thing for them to broaden their horizons early." Lin Yucai shrugged at her. "Besides, with you keeping an eye on things, nothing will go wrong."

Su Qingyan pushed up her glasses and didn't say anything more.

She turned and left the office, the sound of her high heels fading into the distance in the corridor.

……

After the second period in the afternoon, in the student council office.

Zhao Mengyao stood in front of the whiteboard, holding a newly printed notice in her hand.

Six student council members were sitting below, plus Shen Xingyue leaning against the wall.

"Vice Principal Su's meaning is very clear." Zhao Mengyao cleared her throat, "We need to find sponsors to buy the supplies and prizes for the school sports meet ourselves."

The office was completely silent.

Zhao Mengyao turned to the second page of the notice, which listed the estimated list of supplies and their approximate value.

The six officers exchanged glances, their expressions all conveying the same word... vain.

"Should we... ask strangers for money?"

After Zhao Mengyao said those words, her voice became noticeably softer.

"Sister Xingyue, do you have experience?"

When faced with a problem, Zhao Mengyao instinctively turned to Shen Xingyue.

Shen Xingyue put the lighter in her pocket, walked to the whiteboard, and picked up a marker.

"Let's first correct a misconception."

She wrote four words on the whiteboard: Business Cooperation.

"This isn't about asking for money; this is about discussing business cooperation."

Zhao Mengyao was taken aback for a moment, but did not refute.

Shen Xingyue turned to face the crowd, twirling a marker in her hand.

"More than 800 students participated in the sports meet, and with parents and teachers, the number of attendees on the day was guaranteed to be over 1,000."

"For businesses, this is free brand exposure."

She quickly drew four squares on the whiteboard.

Sponsorship, supplies, prizes, and venue.

"We can give the naming rights to beverage or sports brands, find stationery stores and supermarkets for supplies, find some trendy brands for prizes, and hire students to do the hard work for setting up the venue."

The eyes of the six officers slowly lit up.

After Shen Xingyue finished drawing, she stepped back, looked at the whiteboard, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he took a piece of paper out of his bag and laid it on the table. It was a hand-drawn map of the shops on the commercial street.

Looking at the map covered in red markings, Zhao Mengyao suddenly felt that Shen Xingyue was a bit scary.

For the next hour, no one left the student council office.

Shen Xingyue took the lead, Zhao Mengyao took notes, and the six members divided the work.

The proposal was filled in bit by bit, from the framework to the details, and the final printed version was twelve pages thick.

When the school bell rang, Zhao Mengyao stood at the door of the student council office, holding a stack of proposals.

The commercial street is not far from the school gate.

Milk tea shops, stationery stores, sporting goods stores, and mobile phone repair shops—the signs are lit up from one end of the street to the other.

She never thought there was anything special about that street when she passed by it on her way home from school.

But today is different.

Zhao Mengyao hugged the proposal a little tighter.

Shen Xingyue and two other staff members followed behind.

Shen Xingyue patted her shoulder and gave her a kind smile.

"Let's go, Chairman Zhao."

"Let's pick the easy one first. The owner of that milk tea shop at the street corner is a nice person."